Seeing An Lan's outrageous remarks, Chen Yi's face darkened.
No need to guess—this bastard had definitely been indulging in some exotic pleasures again!
If he dared to fool around in such a serious setting, who knew what he got up to in private?
From their very first meeting, Chen Yi had known he was no good.
With hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, An Lan was supposedly a renowned healing priest, yet his body was absurdly frail.
What, did a few days of practicing the domineering "Great Devouring Heaven Art" make him think he was hot stuff again?
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Having fun?]
On a certain kinky bed, An Lan, who had just cleaned up, immediately broke into a cold sweat, shivering uncontrollably.
Oh shit!
The group admin was pissed!
He should’ve stopped earlier—why couldn’t he control himself?!
[Unemployed God of Light: Admin, let me explain! I can justify this!]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: What you do is your business. I only care about results. Fail the evaluation, and your account gets banned for a year. Fail again, and you’re kicked from the group.]
Every word struck like a dagger.
An Lan was genuinely terrified now.
He’d always thought the admin was easygoing, a fellow transmigrator with shared hometown ties, which had emboldened him to let loose a little.
But only now did he realize—this admin wasn’t some pushover. He was a Tribulation Transcension expert who weathered heavenly strikes for fun!
Who knew what horrors he’d endured to reach such heights? Would someone like him even care about a flimsy bond like shared origins?
Without proving his worth, he’d be discarded without a second thought.
At this realization, An Lan’s pupils contracted. He yanked up his pants and bolted, hastily typing a reply in the group chat.
[Unemployed God of Light: Reporting in, Admin—my situation’s unstable. Ever since you caused that ruckus last time, the God of Light has re-emerged, ordering all churches to hunt down "otherworldly demon spies" infiltrating the realm!
My humble chapel received the directive, and they even sent a third-rank Holy Light Enforcer to supervise. I know they’re looking for me, but without your orders, I didn’t dare expose myself. So I’ve been playing along, inspecting every town and village in the county daily.
If you need me to trigger a help quest, I’m ready to self-destruct anytime!
As for my combat power growth these past two weeks… I’m ashamed. With the enforcer watching, I couldn’t practice other techniques. Progress was pitiful—only from 12,000 to 13,000. I’ve failed you, Admin.]
"Tsk."
Chen Yi sighed, his irritation fading.
No matter what, An Lan had been the first to pledge loyalty to him.
Back when the group was new, two of the three members distrusted him as the rookie admin. Only An Lan had risked his life to trigger that first help quest.
It had been Group 108’s inaugural mission—no one knew what to expect. Even with Chen Yi’s 900 million combat power, life was a one-time deal. Who’d gamble like that?
Chen Yi remembered that debt. As long as An Lan didn’t betray him, he’d always have a place here—no matter how much of a mess he was.
The expulsion threat? Just tough love.
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Given the circumstances, I’ll let this evaluation slide. Next time, hit the mark—or face the consequences.]
"Huh?!" An Lan’s gloomy eyes lit up.
He’d braced for a scolding, but it was all bark and no bite?
Who the hell said the admin was ruthless?!
Clowning myself here!
Slap!
He smacked himself hard, vowing to castrate himself if he ever succumbed to lust again.
[Unemployed God of Light: Don’t worry, Admin—next evaluation, I’ll blow you away!]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Good. Aside from a few slackers, most hit their targets this time. Keep it up.]
[Admin sent a 360,000-point red envelope.]
[‘I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice’ grabbed 50,000 points.]
[‘Unemployed God of Light’ grabbed 70,000 points.]
[...]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Thanks, Admin!]
[Thanks, Admin!] +6
Still muted, Liu Ruyan could only watch and seethe, cursing the "dog admin" inwardly.
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Listen up. Here’s the plan:
1. Fang Zheng, hold off on provoking the Supreme Being. Let them recover—fatten them up first.
2. Zhao Gao, go harass the protagonist. Once the help quest triggers, Fang Zheng takes over. You split rewards 70-30.
3. Xiao Chunan, retrieve your clan’s treasure and use it as bait. Lure the big fish, then standby for my signal.
4. An Lan, lay low and wait.
5. Chen Bo, keep lying low.
The rest of you, train harder.]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Understood!]
[Villain Seeking Redemption: Understood!]
[Understood] +5
Muted Liu Ruyan: You bastard!
Soon, the members sprang into action, their statuses going offline one by one.
Meanwhile, in the Illusory Star Secret Realm, Chen Yi prepped his avatar.
This trip wasn’t just for quests and points—he needed to scout teammates with rapid growth potential. That might require a… friendly chat with local heavenly laws.
Quest rewards were peanuts. The real prize was assembling three 30 million+ combat power allies to unlock the Exorcism Dungeon.
At the same time…
Azure Sky Continent, Sacred Void Sect, Enforcement Hall.
"Zhou Zheng, you know what to say to the sect leader, right? Remember those pretty little sisters of yours. Don’t think just because they’re at the Saintess Peak, we can’t reach them."
An enforcement elder whispered menacingly in Zhou Zheng’s ear.
Zhou Zheng remained expressionless, even calmly replying, "Relax. I know my lines. Just watch the show."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
